Digging In

by Loretta Nyhan

At his service, everyone said he was still with me, but the truth was that not only was he gone, parts of me went with him. I missed them, too, and like Jesse, they weren’t coming back.

“I always tell my father that gardening gives me endorphins. You know, like a runner’s high.”

“As much as I dislike you personally, I’m getting a sense that I’m in the minority.